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“Mom, I'm off.” he announced as he walked over to her while she remained on the couch. “Alright honey.” she smiled and he stood still in front of her. She stared at him in confusion for a minute then a smile curled up her lips. “Get over here.” He leaned down and gladly took his peck on the cheek, feeling much satisfied. “Be careful out there.” she dropped as usual and he straightened with a nod. “Yeah,” he spun around to Bree and his Dad who also sat around the Tv. “I'll be back.” “Alright bud.” his dad waved and Bree stared up at him. Her gaze giving him the idea that she had something to say, until she raised a brow in question. “What? You want a peck from me too?” His face pulled up in grimace. “Ew, no thanks.” he turned to leave and gave in to the thought in his mind. “Save that for when you get a boyfriend.” The slight chuckle from his parents made him smile as he stepped out. It was the weekend, and he had never felt more excited to leave home. His legs took hurried st

••{Five months before Kyle's dash for help.}Wallowing in his unknown predicament of staying a husky, he wandered the woods aimlessly. Humans were never born with the memories of their past lives. He knew that just as everyone does. So could it be a punishment that he still had his? Was that the prize he had to pay for failing to protect the one master he had been sworn to? Or was it simply an effect of losing his core? So many questions he had come up with, yet none fit the mark. He had given up on trying to find an answer.He had moved on in acceptance, If he was given a chance at a new life, he should make the best out of it. The only friend he had in his past was no other than his master, everyone stayed away from him and he never needed them anywhere close. He had his master after all.But all that was soon lost as his willful thinking. Now he had a new chance and he was getting along just fine with the kids at the kindergarten… even if they were all just kids who reminded him e

He watched the kid cry up a pool and he had never felt so guilty.“I'm… I'm sorry!” his timid sobs chocked him up, burrowing his head in his knees. “I didn't mean to… I wasn’t chasing you off. Are you mad at me? Is that– is that why you never came back?”Now Kyle was slowly hating himself, why were his tears doing a number on him? **H-hey, it's not my fault. I tried coming back but it was impossible.** His paws were already walking to where the kid remained in a squat. **Hey, listen…**“I can't… I can't do anything right! Everyone is mad at me,” he sounded hurt, giving Kyle the idea that it was a lot more than his days of absense. “Dad got mad at me, ‘cause… ‘cause I didn't want to eat up. But– but I don't want to eat. I-I also couldn't stay right in the tube! It's hard.”Tube? Did he mean the bathtub?“… and you never showed up.” his cries increased, and it was still so hard to miss how his voice remained soft and quiet despite how hard he wept “Do you not want to play with me anymo

Locked up in a different room and chained down like the dog he was, felt merciful on their end. But not on his. He couldn't stay still when the last picture he saw was the kid lying unconscious and bleeding out. His 'father' had only ordered Cornor to pick him up after cursing out in annoyance. While the man had dragged him by the fur over to a different room, after a few kick and more curses. And Kyle had let it be because he couldn't bring himself to fight back. It was all his fault. If he hadn't put himself in that position, the boy wouldn't have gone through that. "You better stay still right here and be quiet. Unless you want to see your friend get hurt again." the man threatened and all he could let out was a whimper. How could he do anything after hearing that? He was scared. He couldn't tell what was going on outside with the kid. Is he going to be okay? With how his father treated him, he was more worried if they were actually paying proper attention to his wounds.? He

He blinked. **What?** “Selective amnesia to be precise, according to the doctor.” Mr. Kerwood chipped in.His gaze returned to Mrs. Kerwood who wasn't trying to hide her guilt behind her face squeeze. “I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to happen.”**W-wait, hold on.**He grabbed his phone and typed in. ~~How sure are you about this? I mean… how did you find out?~~“After the day I told him we lost you, I thought his character was a little odd. He asked a lot of questions that didn't seem… sound, his voice was barely audible yet he talked a lot, and he would tear up anytime we brought him food.”**That's not odd, that's just Dylan being Dylan.**“I thought these were all his coping mechanism or something so I tried to cheer him up. I asked if he still missed his dog and the next thing he asked me was… what dog?”What?“I thought he was joking about it and just didn't want to talk about it so I didn't pressure him for days. In all honesty, it's more like I wasn't even sure, I'd